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[nottheaveragekg]

Characters: Torn sandpaperbreath, Ashelin Praxis nottheaveragekg
Location: Room 2469 - Deck 11
Date: Now
Rating: PG-PG16 just to be on the safe side

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[sandpaperbreath]

Months upon months of posts to scourge through, but he didn't have much else to do, and all the time in the world to do it in.

He should be making connections...but he wasn't used to relying on his own good looks and charm to win people over into handing him information. Truth be told, the Cyborgs would be the best assets to have...but he was intimidated. They were intelligent, not only in strategy and military conduct, but in book smarts. Having never even gone to primary schooling...well. He felt overwhelmed.

If Samos were here, they'd lean on each other, as they'd always done. He missed that team. Here, he had Ashelin...

But she was a different kind of partner. He wasn't used to relying on her for things he had usually been responsible for. They met in the middle, exchanged information...but he had little to offer her, anymore. It troubled him

[nottheaveragekg]

Ear pressed against the door, she didn't dare make a move until she heard his voice. That was what she needed. Verbal confirmation before she took steps in his direction. Half of her wondered how much he paid attention to her conversations. Was he anything like her? Ashelin got nosy after a while and when it came to people she knew, she listened in on everything she could get her hands on.

Torn was no different. When he was talking to other people - as rare as that was - she wanted to be right there. They were partners, that damned word again. Of course he was listening in. Right? Fuck it all, she didn't know anymore. She guessed and guessed and guessed some more and the thought was hurting

[sandpaperbreath]

He was on the bed, the still pink scar on his leg hidden under some denim pants he'd found in the 12th deck piles. Straight-legged and long, with a yellow wife beater tucked in. He...had absolutely no idea how dorky he looked by current Earth standards, but he couldn't keep wearing his jump-suit...

Hearing Ashelin, the subtle shift of what had to be her weight as she came into his room, he slid the shiv away and sat up straighter.

"Ashe."

He should say more, right? He should've known she'd come after him soon. He was hoping for it. She had great timing, now that he was out of the bandages and had no pain to speak of outside the itch of new skin.

"Hey."

Yeah. That's all he's got.

[nottheaveragekg]

She arched an eyebrow as she looked him over. Well, he was doing the best he could do. She couldn't fault him. Not like she really was that fashionable. Most people preferred her naked anyway, so clothes weren't a big deal, she guessed. Still, the face was made until she forced it away. Then she gave his room a thorough stare.

"Hey."

Forced conversation, what? She'd just wanted to see him. He couldn't help her if she didn't say anything, right? Just what the hell was she supposed to say? There she'd gone, getting herself stuck in a corner. No escape. Just two walls and Torn. Great.

"Thought something happened to you."